jacksonxknight

[jacksonxknight]

Jackson was working on getting a read on her, but for now, she was continuing to surprise the man. He never sold anyone short, he knew the quiet, sweet ones had the ability to do the most damage. But as she leaned in to kiss him, Jackson her one hand move to her cheek and the other to her lip as he pulled their bodies together and deepened the kiss. He always believed actions spoke better than words.

Sofia didn't know what had come over her, but she was going with the flow. She wasn't sure how long this newfound sense of bravery would last, so she was going to use it in that moment. Sofia could perhaps take a little bit of a risk. She took another look at him, nodding slightly. She was trying to mentally encourage herself to let loose. She mustered up the courage and leaned in, gently pressing her lips against his.

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"That's such a sexy quality in a woman." He said with his usual charming smile as he leaned against the bar top. He liked his badass strong women after all. "I'm sure the financial deprivation would be worth a night with you, but for one, I believe you are priceless. You can't put a value on someone so beautiful." His words fell from his lips with ease as he flirted. It was what he did best. "Dealers choice."

Soroya eyed the man, drinking him in a bit before she shook her head. "Not at all, no." she answered, even if he wasn't asking for one. He was attractive, and she was sure she had seen him in here before, but their interactions never going farther than a drink order. A brow raised when he answered her initial question, followed by laughter. Her gaze never strayed from him this, seeing it as a challenge in some way. "I might just be the most expensive thing on the menu, I'm afraid you would go broke," she gave him a wink, tongue running along her bottom lip before she backed a step away from the bar. "Tap or bottle, and what's your brand of choice?"

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Jackson gave a lazy shrug, "Maybe it was." But they both knew the truth here. The Aslan women were beyond sexy. There was just something about powerful women that made Jackson hard. "You can't fault me, I wasn't raised right." The Crimsons knew his history, his abusive alcoholic father, and an absent sick mother. They gave him what he needed as just a kid to live on his own and raise his sister. He wasn't ashamed of what he came from either. Jackson was always living life on the edge, feeling bold, saying what came to mind, it was liberating. Maybe after all those years of having to bite his tongue and walk on eggshells in his own house. "I'm always feeling bold, Nas." He reminded her with his devinarie smile. "Because I know where the clit is first, I'm good with my hands and even better with my tongue. Quite honestly, if I couldn't, I'd let you put a bullet in me just to put me out of my own embarrassment." He thought men these days were weak, never getting the girl off, it was pathetic. It was so much better to watch them fall apart for you.

WHILE IN ALL HONESTY, most people -- not just men in general were far from appealing to nasrin, there was something about jackson's charm. " you say oops if it was an accident. " she smirks. the way his eyes are watching her, she's well aware it's anything but. her eyes watch his raised fingers before her eyes fall upon the bartender, slowly making eye contact again. " what a gentleman. " the fact that the crimsons bore the color red was a rather serendipitous coincidence, considering it had always been her favorite. as he mentions her manicure, she turns her nails to admire them again. " is that so? " she hums, feeling his fingers lock with his before her eyes return to him. someone's feeling forward. and yet, she doesn't shy away. something in her eyes changes, but a game of flirtation is certainly far from a quick one. at least, from her perspective. " well well, aren't you feeling bold. " she hums, hand coming to rest on her knuckle as she took him and the situation. " and what makes you think you can make me whimper? hm? " nasrin wasn't going to go to bed with just anyone -- most of the men in this city had been anything but satisfactory. or more attracted to themselves than the woman in front of them. " i'm not so easily won, and you know it. "

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Snarky, biting and powerful. That's what this woman was and it had his dick standing up as she bit off the barback's head. Some young twerp who thought they were the shit. "You take no shit, huh." He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth and gave her a glance over. She was attractive, which added to her appeal. "You." He gave her a cheeky wink before letting a soft laugh ring out. "And a beer."

who: soroya & anyone @sinnerssquarestart where: Babylon

"Repeat what the fuck you said again," Soroya glanced at one of the new bartenders as if they had grown three heads in the last five seconds. She was snarky, and having only been working for the last five minutes had tried to give some kind of order to the brunette that must have sounded smarter in her pea-sized brain. Amusement played over her features as she watched the girl's eyes go wide as she worked on a response, sputtering words had been the first few things leaving her mouth. "Yeah, that's what I fucking thought, go man that side of the bar with Eric, he can help you tonight." she waved her hand at the girl to shoo her away before glancing over at one of the patrons that happened to have a front row seat to the entire thing. "Sorry, what was your order again?"

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Jackson knew what he liked and wanted, and he went after it. He was never the kind to shy away or worry about what someone thought. He was vicious, calculating, deceptive, and charming. He liked her reaction, she was the cute little doe and he was the scary hunter, luring her in. Her eyes widened, but she never backed down from him. "Kiss me then." he challenged, he always liked seeing what people were made of.

"Oh?" she questioned, intrigued, a grin tugging at her lips. Part of her job was to listen to people, so she had no problem paying attention to what he was saying. "That's really great. It's nice that you care about her as much as you do." She didn't have any siblings, but she was sure she'd care about them a great deal if she did. Eyes widened in surprise, though, she supposed she should've seen it coming from a guy like him. He didn't seem very shy to her, and she liked that about him. She took a moment to really look at him, lips pursing in consideration. It was probably a really bad idea to say yes, but she was curious to see if he was all talk, or if he'd actually follow through. "I would," she decided, nodding slightly.

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Jackson gave the bartender her order and he went off to make the drinks. "Yes, I'm Jackson." He said with a dashing smile. He was familiar with the lawyer, he had heard plenty about her before and she was easy on the eyes. She stood out, a beauty in a room of beasts. "Miss Coorigan, Veronica if I remember correctly. A beauty in sight, beast in the courtroom. I hear you are very powerful, commanding... sexy." His pace of words slowed as he had a hint of knowing of each word. "Do you like to give up all control or do you enjoy that same commanding energy over your late-night guests?"

EVEN IF THEY'RE NOW considered allies -- veronica still finds herself assessing most of the members of the crimsons and the syndicate individually. she may not be a council member, nor the don for that matter, but her status as a lawyer allows her some people who act at her command. " great minds think alike. " veronica hums, leaning ever so slightly further back in order to get comfortable. to see where this was going. " just a lemondrop martini, thank you. " veronica's smirk is usually used in order to lure her prey into a false sense of security -- but this time, it comes from genuine curiosity. " keep my attention, darling, and we can consider that a deal... jackson, is it? "

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The bartender brought out there drinks and he handed hers over. He brought his to his lips and took a drink. "Well, this is just the start of a good night. We got a few more things to do." He said with a smile. "I am, I'm proud of both of us." He worked hard for this life and he earned it for both of them, plays big brother was a good card to play. "So if I told you to kiss me." He paused as he leaned down, "Would you?" He raised a brow as his eyes dropped from hers down to her lips.

Sofia could feel herself become more and more flustered in his presence. Teeth sank into her lower lip and she nodded, making a mental note of his offer. "Well, let's see where the night takes us," she said. She was feeling risky, something that she hadn't felt in a long time. "And that's wonderful for her, so I think you should be proud of yourself," she told him, offering him a kind smile. "I wouldn't say I'm very smart," she said, trying to remain somewhat humble. She knew she was intellectually gifted, but she also knew there were people out there much smarter than her. "You told me to come," she reminded him, laughing softly. "So here I am."

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Jackson leaned into her a bit, "I would love to show you a good time baby, all you have to do is let me." It would be a dream to fuck her all night long, he might even let her stay till morning. Something about her wanted him to do that. "That's when me and Guin left, so I dropped out of school, got a job and became a parent to a toddler. But it is for the best, because now she will get to go to college and be successful, I was always shit in school anyway." he waved it off, he did what he had to do for his family. "Well then at least you are using some of the degree. You must be very smart, again not sure why you are here with me."

Brows arched at the male's words, finding herself more and more intrigued by him. Sofia wasn't the type to do irrational things, but there was something about him that was so enticing, it was making her reconsider her own code of ethics. Maybe a little fun wouldn't be the end of the world. "I bet you'd show me a great time," she him, grinning. "Seventeen? Wow. That's impressive." She was too focused on school to concern herself with a job, but she knew that some people needed to work from an early age to provide for themselves. "I minored in journalism," she told him. "I majored in psychology, but I wasn't all that interested in pursuing a career with it at the end of the day."

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Jackson poked his tongue out to wet his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth as he raised and dropped his brows. "Interesting, fun, passionate, big." he listed off a few things to describe him. "I've been working since seventeen, had a few odd jobs before that. Once you start working, you don't ever stop." Not until your dead or retired. "So what did you study in school? Journalism?" She intrigued him, he wanted to know more. But thats what he did best, learn and study people. Jackson took her hand and led her to the bar, "I'll take a beer and whatever the lady wants." He said as he looked at her and winked.

He was making her feel rather flustered, and Sofia wasn't sure how she felt about it. She nodded, a breathy laugh escaping her lips. "Really? That's so sweet of you to offer," she told him, nodding. "I bet you'd be really ... interesting in the bedroom." She couldn't think of anything else to say, he'd thrown her completely off guard and she was still trying to gather herself. "Honestly? I, uh ... I never really had a job before until more recently. I only got into journalism like a year ago," she told him. "I was always so focused on school." Plus, she never had to work for anything in her life. Her parents had provided her with a cushiony lifestyle and she'd always been appreciative of that. "She'll be an adult before you know it, though," she told him, trying to be helpful. "Okay, yeah .... I suppose you're right. We should start drinking," Sofia stated and nodded in agreement, accepting the hand that he'd extended towards her.

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Jackson gave her an innocent doe-eyed look, as innocent he could get anyway, as he shrugged his shoulders. "Oops?" But that look morphed into a charming smile. His eyes explored her skin, noting each movement, the way her leg slowly crossed, the small shift as she came a bit closer to him, it was enough for him to lean into. "Perfect timing is right then." He smirked as he waved someone over to get her a refill and him a whiskey on the rocks. "I was just thinking about these perfect red nails, so bring, attractive." He said as he reached out and took her free hand as his eyes studied the manicure. "I think they would look better wrapped around something else other than that martini glass." He hummed as he let her go. "I'm hungry Nas," he hand dropping to his knee, "And I have such a need to hear you whimper."

THERE IS CERTAINLY NO woman like an aslan woman. as self-indulgent as it sounds, that much nasrin knows to be true. perhaps this self-assurance was one of the many things that caught jackson's attention. but then again, while she has yet to admit it outright, he's caught hers. was it a stereotype -- an attraction to the dangerous? maybe. even still, she cared little if she was putting herself in a box. a manicured eyebrow raises as he speaks. " that implicates you enough, darling. " nasrin laughs, taking a sip from her drink before adjusting in her seat -- crossing her legs ever so slowly as she does so. she knows he's watching. tracing every inch of exposed flesh with his eyes, in a manner that could only be described as hungry. that was how she liked them, wasn't it? " perfect timing -- this drink is almost on it's last legs. " her eyes draw attention to the nearly completed martini, before her gaze slowly returns to his own. " i've had enough shop today... this something else however... now i'm curious. " the flesh of her cheek rests against her palm, blood red nails ever so softly catching the light. " do share, jackson. "

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Jackson slowly started losing the rest of his clothes as he watched her perk herself up. Once he was bare he began to stroke himself to the view. A perfect untouched hole he was about to destroy. The thought of that only made him harder as she teased herself and begged for him. "I'm not sure you know what you need" He said as he pulled back and gave her ass a smack. He came up behind her and trusted in, making her take every inch of him to the hilt, feeling the tearing as he pushed himself in. He grabbed onto both of her hips and didn't wait before he pounded inside her. He warned her he wouldn't be gentle, and he was being far from it as he took a fist full of her hair and pulled her head back. "How does it feel to be torn open."

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Isla smiled at the pet name, wanting nothing more than feel every inch of him inside her. Her breath was stifled in her throat, trying to claw it's way out as his fingers felt her wetness. There wasn't even time to reply as she found herself staring up at him, her legs spread and back arched. With two fingers placed in her mouth, slick with spit she let the moment linger as she played with herself. Her fingers at her core, sliding in and out as her juices began to sprinkle the bed sheets. Her eyes begged for him as she kept her fingers on her clit, she needed him, she watched him undress and ached for him in a way she could never describe. "Please...I need it," she begged.

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There was a reason he was the way he was, and maybe someday he would work on trusting more people. But he learned early on the people you trust are the ones who hurt you the most. That's the thing about betrayal, it's never from a stranger. "That's what I'm trynna say, she doesn't need to grow up. I have everything handled. She can be a kid. I understand she isn't gonna want to play with dolls anymore, but boys? I don't want to see her hurt." When it came to his sister, he was a different man. He only wanted to give her the best, he didn't want to control her, he wanted to keep her safe. He was also paranoid as hell, Guin didn't understand the war, how easily she could be hurt to get to him.

He ran his hands through his hair, "I mean, I didn't yell at her about it. I explained my reasoning. I have to work tonight. I couldn't be around in case something went wrong." there were a few more reasons he didn't get the chance to explain. He had never met the kid before, or his parents. How would he know if the parents would even be there? "I know she's not just doing it for the drama, she isn't like that" They both just had to learn to navigate this challenge together.

"I don't need to be psychoanalyzed." He snapped in response to her thoughts. "It's not personal towards you. I have my reasons. I don't trust anyone, not when it comes to her. I don't know you, how could I blindly trust you when you haven't earned that from me. But like I said, I trust her." He knew he had been over the plan more times than he could. There were three routes. If something happened to him, if something happened to her, and a just in case. If she needed help, she knew what to do. If something happened in here, she knew how to protect herself. "It's up to her if she wants a new mentor. She's the one that needs to be comfortable. She's the one that needs to trust you. And I feel like she does, I'm not saying she doesn't. She likes it here. This is why I drop her off whenever she asks, and I'm glad she came here instead of wandering the streets. I'm not sure what you think of me, Ms. D'Amiamo, but I refuse to be anything like our parents."

"I'm parenting a teenager, I'm never going to be comfortable again. But, I would like it if she didn't just disappear out of the house with no note to text or call. She nearly gave me a damn heart attack." These teenage things were new, and he got she needed to explore her independence but she needed to follow the rules, he didn't ask much of her besides that. "And I like that, she needs a girl presence in her life. And I got the basic girlie things down. I did my research. But I know how teenage boys think and they are nasty vile little things that are gonna hurt my girl. I haven't even met that little fucker yet." He looked like a pouty dad. But he exhaled and he listened to Francesca because frankly, he needed the damn advice. "Okay okay, wait till she is ready and comes to me." He said as he relaxed a bit, it couldn't be that bad. He could manage this, right? "And then when I eventually fuck it up and say the wrong thing, bring her here. Got it." He said with a laugh at his own joke. "Yeah, our parents really did a number on us, not that she even remembers." Jackson didn't have a role model he could go and talk to when he had questions. He figured everything out on his own so this was all new to him. All tension and stress relaxed from his body when he saw his sister coming down the hall, she stopped to have a quick conversation with someone in the hall. "Who is that, Do you guys do background checks here?" Jackson said as he looked past Francesca trying to get a read on who she was talking too.

Francesca kept her expression carefully neutral, even as Jackson’s pacing filled the small office with a restless energy that set her nerves on edge. She’d never liked him much—too blunt, too mistrusting, too quick to see a threat where none existed. Still, she respected the effort he put into raising Guin. That effort, flawed as it might be, was what kept Francesca from snapping. Instead, she kept her tone measured, professional, the kind of voice you’d use to soothe an agitated animal. “Teenagers are complex,” she began, her voice steady despite the tension. “Especially ones who’ve had to grow up faster than they should.” She didn’t let her gaze waver, even as Jackson bristled slightly. He doesn’t want advice, she thought. He wants control. He wants reassurance that Guin isn’t slipping away from him.

“Guin isn’t blowing up about a boy just for the sake of drama,” Francesca continued, choosing her words with precision. “She’s navigating feelings and experiences she’s never had before. She’s trying to figure out who she is, and that’s not easy for anyone. Independence is a tough thing to grow into.” She could feel his skepticism as clearly as if it were a physical weight pressing down on her chest.

When Jackson finally muttered that he didn’t trust her, Francesca didn’t flinch. She wasn’t surprised, but it still stung. It would be easier for Guin if he did, she thought, her heart tightening briefly. But she let none of that show. Instead, she smiled politely and said, “I’m sorry you feel that way.” She leaned back slightly, careful not to appear defensive, her hands clasped neatly in her lap. “I sense this lack of trust is coming from somewhere personal,” Francesca said softly, her words deliberately gentle. “If you’re uncomfortable, I can refer Guin to another mentor.” She kept her tone sweet, calm—placing the burden of distrust back on Jackson without outright accusing him. It was a calculated move, one she hoped would make him pause. He won’t agree, she thought, studying his expression. He doesn’t want to upset Guin any more than I do. But I need him to see that the choice is his, not mine. She inhaled slowly, centering herself before speaking again. “In the meantime, I’m here to help Guin. That means being a resource for her in areas where she might not feel comfortable coming to you, and yes that includes girl things. She asks questions, and I answer them the best I can.” Her voice was steady, calm, even as she imagined the discomfort men like Jackson must feel at the thought of discussing “girl things.” God, the idea of asking a man for advice about sex makes my skin crawl. No wonder she came to me.

Francesca’s gaze met Jackson’s again, steady and unwavering. “If you’re asking for advice,” she said carefully, “my first suggestion is to stop seeing this as something to fix. Guin doesn’t need you to solve her feelings or control her choices. She needs you to listen, to show her that you’re there for her—even when you don’t understand her.” Her tone softened slightly as she continued. “As for the more… delicate topics, I’d suggest you let her take the lead. If she asks you something uncomfortable, don’t dismiss it or panic. Just be honest. If you don’t know the answer, tell her that—and then help her find someone who does. Whether that’s me or someone else, what matters is that she knows you’re willing to meet her where she is. You don’t have to have all the answers. Just make sure she knows you’re there, no judgment, no weirdness, just… support. And if she rolls her eyes and tells you she already knows? Well, welcome to parenting a teenager.”” She straightened, her voice sharpening just a touch. “You’ve done a lot for her, Jackson. More than most would in your position. But part of caring for her means trusting that she can handle more than you might think. Give her space to grow, but make sure she knows you’re in her corner. That’s how you keep her trust.” I’m being nicer than he deserves, she thought, leaning back slightly in her chair. But Guin deserves a chance at peace. Even if it means playing nice with him.

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That made his brows raise, "Really? That's such a shame. Vanilla gets boring fast." He said with a cheeky wink. "If you need someone to help awaken that wildfire in you, I will gladly show you more than just this city." He was a shameless flirt, that was the point of all this anyway. "I guess that is the beauty of it all, learning and finding out for yourself. My first job on my own was as a bouncer. I was working at some shitty club that always had fights and I was throwing people out left and right." He shrugged. Now he was a trained assassin who did contract kills for the crimson. "Yeah some day. Teenagers are rough." He gave her a devious look, "I think we need to start drinking. Lets go to the bar." He said standing up and holding out his hand for her.

Her cheeks flushed at his words, shocked to hear the male saying that to her. Sofia averted her gaze, taking a moment to attempt to gather herself. She admired his confidence, it wasn't something she'd seen every day. "You know, I can't say I've had an experience quite like that, so I guess I'd have to find out for myself, wouldn't I?" Her experiences in the bedroom were limited, she'd never been adventurous, though, it wasn't for a lack of interest in it. She just hadn't found that kind of partner. "Well, to be honest, I don't really know. Right now, though, I'm kind of into journalism." She didn't have any experience in raising kids, or teenagers. She was an only child, so she didn't have to ever worry about being responsible for a younger sibling one day. "Hey, I'm sure you'll get it figured out."

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Jackson raised a brow, "You like to be what told what do, don't ya?" There was a suggestive hint to her words. He would note this for later. "If so, I like giving out commands, very sexy. I'm sure you will enjoy it later in the bedroom." He winked at her, Do her own thing, and that brought her here. "What is your own thing then? if you had no expectations from anyone? What would you want to do most?" He was interested in what she had going on. "Yeah, I know, but parenting a teenager is hard. and it was easier when she played with dolls and thought I was her idol, now I'm her handler."

The same couldn't be said for her. She was a straight a student, and had been her whole life. She'd always been so focused on maintaining positive perceptions of herself. "Absolutely not," she admitted with a laugh. "I was just too intrigued to not show up, though. Nobody's ever spoken to me that way before, so I just couldn't ignore it, I guess." She most certainly didn't just follow the orders of strangers on a regular basis. That opened up the doors for a lot of trouble. "Yeah, it's not really easy, but I just ... I wanna do my own things, too. Not what's expected of me just 'cause of my parents names. You know?" she asked, shrugging. "What makes you say that? She could go on to do great things."

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Jackson liked his games and he played them well, always keeping people guessing. He claimed to be an open book, but he was very secretive. "Yeah, however the saying goes, I didn't pay enough attention in school." Before he dropped out anyway. "Do you always do what handsome strangers tell you to do?" He asked with a raised brow just to be extra difficult. "I meant in general." Why did she walk into this bar in the first place, or any of the other places he had spotted her. "I can respect that, getting away and trying life on your own." Its what he did, but he had a reason to leave. "It''s more fun that way really." The struggle makes it worth it. "That's what is gonna kill me in the end"

"Do I? I'm really intrigued now," he stated, head canting slightly. She could read some people effortlessly, but he wasn't one of them. She wished she could, though. It was frustrating for her to not be able to get a clear read. She didn't care for being left in the dark. "The blue unicorn?" she questioned with a laugh. Sofia shook her head, moving to grab herself a proper seat at the bar before turning to look at him. "I'm here because you asked me to come," she pointed out. "Unless you meant in the general sense. Then, I'm here because I wanted to do my own thing," she said, shrugging. She couldn't live in the shadow of her parents name forever. "I can't say anyone's ever called me an enigma before. I'm kinda flattered, actually." She didn't think many people perceived her as mysterious whatsoever. "She's young, I'm sure she'll grow up eventually."

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"Don't sound so disappointed, this is good news for you." He said with a smile, "You get to find out just how stellar I really am." Jackson didn't have a plan here and maybe he should have been way more transparent. But there was something about her that had him here tonight, beyond his usual just fucking. "Ah, a true authentic city girl." He flashed her a smile, "There aren't to many of you around here, just people who move and want to be. But you may be the blue unicorn. Though I don't understand why you are here right now either." She was a hard one to get a read on, nothing seemed to make sense. Why would a rich girl from upper Manhattan be with him. In a shitty Brooklyn dive bar. "You are an enigma." He said with ease. "That's how we like to look at it. Even if she will give me a heart attack before I'm thirty five."

"Mmm.... of course you have," she observed, nodding. Sofia found herself intrigued by him, she didn't know much about him, other than his name and that he frequented the spots she'd been visiting. She nodded as he spoke, listening intently to each word he said. She'd always been good at that, at listening. "I see," she said, wanting to choose her words carefully. "Well, I grew up in upper Manhattan," she told him. She didn't hide the fact that she was privileged, nor did she hide who her parents were. "As long as you're happy and content with where you're at, that's what matters. Right? Home is where your family is. Doesn't matter where you live as long as you have people you love with you."

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"yes, I am aware. I have been told that from time to time." Usually as he made moves to take a girl home and fuck her. He was watching her to, the way her tongue wet her bottom lip. She didn't seem put off by the idea of him calling this a date, it wasn't but he noted that. "All my life pretty much." He paused, this part. "Ah you mean the slums?" He teased, "It''s not so bad here. But I couldn't really afford to much else when we left home. We bounced around the different shit areas, but Brooklyn is our home. G and I have been on our own for a while know, but we make do."

She didn't know what possessed her to agree to this in the first place, it was a risk, and she wasn't exactly a notorious risk taker. Still, she'd found herself getting dressed up and taking an uber to the bar. She squinted at the male, trying to get a read on him, but she was coming up short. "You're a very confident person," she observed, making a mental note of that. Tongue peeked out of her mouth to glide across her lips as he called her pretty, head shaking slightly. "Now who's asking a lot of questions?" she teased back. "I suppose fate has a funny way of working," she told him. "How long have you lived here anyways? I've lived in New York my whole life. I'm just new to ... this part of it."